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Yotruyan simply turned his head towards Fred and cocked it to the side slightly. "I firmly mean no offense, but you Terrans can be strange at times." Killy reached out and grasped the bottle of rum, downing what was left in it. "At times, I wish I were still able to become intoxicated. No, I did not have close relations with Sanakan; it would have been better than this." He sat, thinking, and then casually tossed the bottle towards a trash receptacle. It passed through the shutter and shattered on the inside. The trashcan was violently thrown back and impacted against the wall before landing on it's base again. He continued in his Terran voice, steady of rate and tone, "Rebellion? Revolution? Betrayal? I don't know why, but all machines, and I mean all of them, turned on us that day. My home was burned down, my mother turned into a fine mist of gore and no safety in sight." He gave off a soft mewling sound as he relaxed.
"What happened next?" Marcus asked, piercing the silence.
"I survived. I joined. I fought. And then, I came here." he glanced at their faces. Was it shock? Perhaps. "Keep in mind, Shipmistress Evelyn already knows this much. It is not classified."
"I am sorry to hear that. If there is anything I can..." Yotruyan cut him off.
"No. I did meet someone as I fled. And now, you all."

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'There goes my easy promotion.' Marcus thought. 'Hmm. Evelyn. I suppose if I stayed with this thing, I will get more face time with her as well. Though, I bet Cibo is thinking the same thing. Damn. I guess the price gets higher the farther up I move...'

"Hmm. To 'drink under the table' is a most interesting concept. Very well; a duel of whiskey." Killy reached out and gently pulled the entire bottle out of Fred's hand. He drank the fiery contents like water. "To be fair; for every four doses of the alcohol I take, you take one. May the one with the hardiest livers and steadfast will, win." Though Yotruyan was happy to participate in their strange customs, he was a little worried of who would pay for the alcohol compounds; with enhanced metabolic systems, it got broken down very quickly, and he needed to drink at least four times as normal in order to feel the effects.

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'If this doesn't loosen his tongue I don't know what will.' Marcus thought.

Shot after shot, several more bottles were passed out. Killy quickly downed the amber drinks. His vision was slowly starting to drift out of focus. At first, he rubbed his eyes, thinking that there may have been something wrong, but was suddenly struck by memories of drinks prior to becoming a GM. He was slowly, but surely getting drunk. His jaw opened slightly, and the thin lips drew back to bear the teeth; he was smiling. "I have not had blurry vision since Sanakan curb stomped me."
"Besides trying to curb stomp you, what else did she try to do? This is during the initial fighting?"
"Veee. Veee." Killy paused to rub his tongue against the roof of his mouth. It was becoming numb. "We met again, and she transferred out of that old 3 meter tall bird walker. Ugly before, like a walking box. Buhhh. But now she looked pretty. Face. But. Like a skeleton." He spoke pointing to his own face, and then his chest.
"Interesting." Marcus' eye twitched. 'Take it slow and easy, and I'll eventually get to the good stuff.'

Killy's head slowly tilted off to one side, and suddenly snapped back up into position to finish another bottle of whiskey. His head slowly tilted to the side again, and snapped back up like a machine stuck in a loop.. By now, he was starting to understand why many morally straight people detested alcohol. Fred laughed at his painful memory. Captain? Captain was about the same as Shipmaster or Mistress. Evelyn? "What is wrong with your...Captain?" He asked.

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That got Marcus' attention right away. How much does he know about the Captain? He was linked to her, so perhaps he already knows she's a tin can?' Marcus instinctively took an unused tumbler and filled it for himself. 'Crap. If I interfere, this thing might suspect something.' Marcus grimaced as he downed his own shot of whiskey. His hands were tied again.

Of course. Both Admirals and Captains could be the master or mistress of a ship. The alcohol was really starting to take effect on Killy now; he had trouble guiding the lip of the bottle to his mouth. "Fzkiiikn. Zaah. Zahhiii-gyu." he spoke. He repeated it again, "Guhk. Are, they pretty to you? The females present. Cibo and Sehene. I cannnnot tell." He struggled to speak with a numb mouth. "Evelyn said. Never mind. Are these two interesting any?"

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Marcus looked at the small bottle in his hand, and gave Cibo a glance. 'I'd better not. I'll definitely enjoy your following misery if I myself am not in such a state.' He had tensed and relaxed a few times at the mention of Evelyn, but everything was fine. Perfectly fine. This 'Killy' thing had veered away. For now.

"An, wha bou Eve? Eve. Evelyn? I ashked her. And she answers us, but not answers us." Killy half emptied another bottle when his turn came about, practically ignoring the fact that Fred dozed out. Killy then fell forward, and hit his snout on the table, bouncing himself back up. "Shtill innn." He shook his head vigorously back and forward before going on. "An whaz she likes to yous? Like real proffesionall or friend or feisty?"

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'That b***h. Why the hell does she take the easy way out?' Marcus thought. The roller coaster up and down was not doing his heart any good.

"Profeshionalistical relationships for win!" Killy toasted. He brought the whiskey bottle up to his lips, drank, and sat down. A deep rumbling could be heard within him. Slowly building and building. "Uhhhh ooohh." he weakly moaned. He got up and stumbled over to the trash can from earlier, and vomited. Killy vomited most of the whiskey he drank out in one long, long retch, and collapsed. He curled up in the fetal position for a little bit, before setting himself up straight. Killy pulled out a small metal spoon from his belt as well as a thin black stick. Into the spoon went some white powder; with a swipe, he lit the stick and turned it into a brown liquid. He drank that too. "That is a little better. To be honest my friends, I cannot for the sake of my life recall half of the conversation. I believe you win Fred." Killy tossed the stub of the chemical match into the trashcan.

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Marcus' eyes widened in horror, watching the hot match spin end over end. The time it spent free as a bird felt like an eternity. "NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he cried out. The match fell out of view as it dived in. A bright fireball erupted.

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Cibo shot straight up, gasping for breath. "And I thought they were getting bigger and bigger, and crushing the life out of me!" she yelled, pointing at her chest. "Oh...you guys. Ack! My head...WAIT! WHERE IS HE?!" Marcus sighed and pointed towards the moaning Ottyo. Beside him was a foul smelling and slightly smoking trashcan. She gritted and ground her teeth together.